I’m in extremely good health compared to most of the residents at this Senior facility. I’m discovering that I can be of major assistance to some of the other residents. Yesterday, my KIA transported a resident to Target for groceries. “Specialty items” not furnished, here, for breakfast. Also a stop at the resident’s Bank. ~~ Today, boxes are ready for the family of a departed resident when the family comes for her belongings. ~~ I’ve moved but I haven’t been “put out to pasture.” I can still be “productive.” (Parenthetical: By necessity, I’ve always had to “be thrifty.” I hated to throw those good boxes in the trash. Then I remembered “Mary” [a brief acquaintance] and can share the boxes with her family.)